13 above the nightTime to go to a heavy placeWe can feel the pulse of timeNaked in the make of liesThat suffocate and blindWe may burnWe will shineLet's strip away the nauseaAnd rise above the nightBlow your sweet drug, my manPsycho-matic, babyTime to go to a heavy placeAnd once we're thereWe're gonna let our hair down, babyBite the vein, feed the line, sit backAnd watch the world go crazyGotta get out from under the gun